I was on my way out of work today when I decided I was going to grab one of the doughnut holes that had been taunting me all day with its delicious, glaze-covered, jelly filled goodness. Not a minute after throwing the entire bite-sized morsel into my mouth, as any normal individual would, I saw my dental hygienist casually having a conversation with one of my coworkers after finishing her business. If that's not irony, then I don't know what is (seriously, if someone could explain irony to me that would be wonderful). To my relief, she didn't recognize me, and even if she had, probably wouldn't have known that I was eating pure solid cavity nectar. But in a world of competition where everyone has a motive and a pitch for why you should stick with them, why should the dentist have such a monopoly on the debate of what my mouth needs, when the delicious goods industry has such a compelling and mouth-watering counter-point?
